C61 Fight

"High-grade yellow-rank soul skill! Golden Stone Palm!"

The black-robed man's hand lit up with a yellow light, bringing along a tearing wind as he chopped straight at Zuo Mao.

"Hmph. " Zuo Mao wasn't afraid at all. His Qi sunk into his Dantian, and his hand formed a fist shape. A faint starlight covered his fist, and Zuo Mao's Qi became even more powerful